"Don't throttle me," Ginger murmured, scarcely able to speak from physical exhaustion and the reaction from mental strain. "Are you the Rutlands?"
"No, we ain't. Got a special fancy for the Rutlands, 'eemingly."
"I'm Murgatroyd, No. 939, 17th battalion, 3rd company, 1st platoon," said Ginger feebly.
"Oh, we know all about that. You German